Well there went the month of June. I got sick, I got busy, and then I got a job. In a musical now too. It’s fun…I just don’t have much time for writing.

Or to be more accurate, I haven’t made much time for writing. Life has gotten in the way. In a really weird mood…I feel like just talking, but I don’t know that anyone else does at the moment. And I have to work at 7 in the morning, so bed is calling soon.

I guess I can leave the world with the thought that I miss the people who are gone from my life. Weird to be close then not talk in years. Hmm.

I have decided that if I’m unemployed for the time being, I might as well try to do something productive with myself and write a little more. There’s a steady drizzle here in Moscow, Kyle is playing something funky in the background, and I’m in a contemplative mood. I’d be in more of one, but I woke up this morning feeling kind of sick, and the lethargy of whatever I have is seeping into me. Not particularly pleasant.

Anyone else wondering when summer is going to arrive in the Palouse? The weather report says things are supposed to get nicer this weekend. I’ll keep my fingers crossed.

The rain has a calming effect on me. I know plenty of people who grew up in western Washington and hate the rain as much as anyone, but it would be weird to look out the window and not see the rain most the time. Having to walk in the rain can be annoying, but if you can sit in front of the window and watch it come down, it’s pleasant. It smells like the freshness of new life, it washes away the stains of the past and allows a more pleasing future to grow. By that barometer, some places are almost always in states of transition.

I think I keep coming back to this idea of transition because it is foremost on my mind–though for many of my friends the “future” (if we want to call it that) is a year (or two!) away.

My mind is a million places. But I wrote a little today, and getting into the habit is what counts. Boom.